Eddie Connors wondered if the whole idea had been a good one. He’d read about bachelor parties with his mates at school and now they were going to have one. They’d all got fake ID for the night and they were going to hit the strip joints pretending Eddie was the future groom. The gang was only 16 but they could (if they really tried and should fake ID) pass for 21. The plan was to get well oiled at his home then head off to the town and paint it whatever colour they wanted.

It was nearly nine and Eddie was worrying his friends had forgotten about the bachelor party. He made all the arrangements, his mom was out of town, dad was at his club and wouldn’t be home till gone one. There was plenty of beer and he’d stocked up on half a dozen porn tapes to get them in the mood before they hit the local bars.

Eddie was 16 and nervous. He looked at his watch for the third time and cursed his mates.

The doorbell rang.

Eddie half ran to the door and tore it open. There was the gang. Brad and Owen. Grins on their faces, carrying even more beer.

“You’re late,” Eddie said.

“Yeah, yeah, so what, let us in.” Brad pushed into the hallway.

“We’ve got a surprise for you,” Owen chuckled walking past him and into the lounge.

Brad ushered Eddie into the lounge and disappeared back outside.

“Okay,” Eddie smiled, “what’s going on?”

“We’ve got a treat for you.” Owen sat on the sofa and opened a bottle of buds.

Brad stood in the doorway, “Let me present Officer Krystal.”

In walked a tall long legged woman with long blonde hair under a police cap. She wore a sort of uniform. A mini skirt uniform top PVC with a black tie and long thigh length boots that almost covered her long legs. Her lips were full and red her face stared at the boys who all stared back at the beauty. She towered over them like some uniform Amazon.

“Okay,” she said sternly, “none of that pleading the fifth crap!”

Striding with a purposed she was on the small coffee table in the middle of the room in a flash. In her hands she held a small whip which she pointed at Eddie and said “You boys are gonna talk!”

And suddenly she ripped open her top to reveal her huge pneumatic breasts with large dark nipples. She pulled the top off so she was only in her police cap, a black tong with a police belt around her waist and her black boots. The boys laughed and gasped all at once. It was first time Eddie had ever seen real live naked breasts. Her belt was authentic with handcuffs and what looked like some sort of electric prod and a truncheon. She watched them keep her stern face and threw the jacket in Eddie’s face.

“Are you gonna stand there and drool? Or are we gonna have a bachelor party?” she asked.

“Yeah!” Brad yelled back.

“Yeah! Hell fucking yeah!” Owen took another swig from his beer.

Officer Krystal looked at Eddie who was struggling with her jacket.

“What did you say?” she shoved the whip in his face, “I can’t hear you!”

Eddie stuttered his throat dry, “Yeah…yeah…”

“Loader,” the whip slapped him under the chin, “I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck yes! Yeah!”

“Good boy,” she turned to Owen who had got up off the sofa, “You! Take your top off.”

“Look, I don’t really want…”

Officer Krystal grabbed his ear and whispered harshly in it, “What the fuck do you mean and wipe that shit eating grin off your face you punked assed little cunt!”

The policewoman threw him back into the couch.

“Yeah! This is awesome!” Brad was over excited.

Officer Krystal looked right at him, “You like that?” She approached him purposely.

“Yeah.”

“You like that bitch?” she came right up to him, “how much do…”

Brad’s hand went right on her breast. She slapped it away, “No!”

He quickly removed his hand and the mood changed for a moment. Brad said slowly, “Sorry.”

Grinning Officer Krystal put her hand on his chest, “No you’re not, but you will be.” And she gripped tightly sending a wave of pain and pleasure through the boy’s body.

“This is great!” Brad yelled.

“Okay,” Officer Krystal took her jacket off the couch, “You’ve all been very….” She stopped for a second, and out of character said, “How old are you boys?”

“Old enough,” Brad stepped forward, “legal, twenty one or two. Let me be frank for a moment.” He moved a little closer and whispered, “Sure Eddie looks a little young to get married but he…well..Let’s just say he’s doing the honourable thing.”

“Okay,” the officer back in character pushed him away, “assume the position punk!”

“Huh?” Brad wondered for a moment, then caught on, “yeah, okay, why should I officer? I haven't done nothing.”

Officer Krystal put her jacket back on but left it undone her large pink breasts poking through her black tie neatly between them. She tapped the whip under Brad chin, “You’ve been a bad boy. Now assume the position!”

With a quick movement she slapped the whip hard on his chest. Laughing and yelping in pain he turned around and put his hands on the living room wall.

“Legs apart bitch!” Officer Krystal snapped whacking the inside of his legs making him spread them.

She brought the whip up between his legs, “Now you little shit eaters, I have reason to believe one of you is carrying an offensive weapon. So I’m going to have to search each one of you little cunts to see if I can find it.”

The tall blonde stood right behind Brad and cupped his balls with her hand. She felt them and reached around until she could feel the thick pipe of his cock pressing hard against his trousers, “We have one right here!” she smacked her palm on his balls.

“Fuck shit fuck!” Brad laughed but tears were in his eyes.

“Okay cocksucker,” she looked at Owen, “get the fuck up you dirty little boy!”

Owen stood up and grinned staring at Officer Krystal’s tits. The busty blonde walked right up to him, pressing her breasts against his chin, she looked down at him, “Look at you you pathetic little weasel.”

Officer Krystal shook her boobs under his face making them bounce against the boys chin, temptingly close to his mouth, “You wanna suck them? You wanna suck Officer Krystal’s boobies?”

Owen swallowed and croaked, “Mumma!”

“You dirty little fuck,” without moving her hand grabbed his crutch and his very erect cock, “you think you’ve got what it takes wiener boy?”

The blonde released him and turned to Eddie.

“No offensive weapons on these boys, maybe you’ve got a pipe hidden in your pants you naughty little baby?” She strode over to Eddie in his long black boots, handcuffs and nightstick smacking against her thighs.

“Gotta pipe in your pants bitch?” She asked pressing herself against Eddie, her boobs mashing directly into the boys face.

Eddie’s voice was muffled against her pink pillows as he said, “I’ve got a metal rod in my pants you can have miss.”

“Did I say you could talk to me?” Officer Krystal stepped back, “Don’t you ever mouth off to me you dirty little pervert. Now…”

The woman took hold of Eddie with both hands by the hair and yanked his head into her boobs rubbing them against his face, “…you obey!”

Owen and Brad laughed but half wished they had a face full of Officer Krystal’s titties.

With a quick movement she pulled his face out, “You obey, because you’re my little bitch aren’t you?”

“Yeah…”

“What are you fuck? You’re my little bitch, say it!”

Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off her huge pink boobs; they’d felt great against his face, if only he could suck them…

“How about a soapy tit wank?”

Officer Krystal stared at him in disgust, her hand slapped him around the face. “You dirty little pervert!”

The boys crumbled up laughing.

“Okay you little cock eater, “ Officer Krystal continued, “assume the position.”

“With pleasure,” Eddie smiled and put his hands on the wall opening his legs wide.

The blonde knelt down; both her hands went between his legs. She rubbed and cupped his balls while with her other hand she reached around and took hold of the bulging erection in the boys pants, “Well, well, well,” she said, “what have we here. You been to the store and stolen a cucumber?”

Without letting go she stood up, pressing her hard boobs against the back of his head, “We have our offensive weapon.” Her hand moved away from his crutch.

Officer Krystal looked at Brad, “That’s a hundred buck worth.” She said in a matter of fact voice.

“Shit.” Moaned Eddie.

“Yeah shit,” Brad took out his wallet, “how about a strip search and a lap dance?”

The blonde sighed, “Another two hundred.”

“Fuck,” Brad checked his wallet, “you take food stamps, only kidding, what you got Owen?”

“Seventy bucks.”

“Eddie?”

“About a hundred.” He hadn’t moved from the position.

“Okay cough up boys,” Brad collected the money, “there,” he handed it to the blonde, “and another fifty, now you carry on being dirty cop…”

Officer Krystal went straight back into character. She turned to Eddie, “What you looking at you little cocksucker?”

Eddie couldn’t stop grinning.

“Take your clothes off now you retard!” Officer Krystal snapped.

Eddie pulled his t-shirt off his head; he felt the whip tap his nipples as he removed the clothing. When he threw the short down he noticed the blonde had put done her PVC jacket back up. “Now these,” she tapped his trousers with her whip.

Eddie took his shoes off then struggles to remove his trousers; he stood before Officer Krystal with an obvious hard on tent polling his underpants.

“You dirty little boy,” she sneered putting the end of the whip right on his cock, “Do you want me to punish you?”

“Yeah,” Eddie’s throat was dry.

The tall blonde moved the whip up his body till it was on his left tit, and then with a quick movement she smacked the leather against his bare skin.

SNAP!!

“Fuck!” Eddie half cried, half laughed, “can I do that to you…fuck…”

SNAP! Again on the right breast.

“Owww!”

The blonde policewoman moved the whip down to rest it on his cock again, “Yes or no?”

Eddie looked at the others. Brad nodded, Owen just swigged more beer. The boy tensed himself, “Yes. Fucking do it Officer Cunt!”

The whip lifted slightly and slapped down on his erect cock, “Owwwaaaaggghh!” Eddie jumped about gripping his prick, he was laughing though the pain, “shit fuck yes!”

“Okay,” Brad started undressing, “me next Officer Cuntlips, come on…”

“Don’t you talk to me like that you little shit!” Officer Krystal snapped the whip on Brad’s backside as the boy quickly undressed. He now stood before her in just his underwear another erect dick trying to escape.

She didn’t waste any time, with a quick movement the whip slapped the top of Brad’s swelling cock. The effect was just the same. The boy grunted, yelped and laughed. Owen was next he was already out of his clothes, but he was naked, totally. His cock standing out straight proud and hard. The blonde looked at the boy’s cock.

Owen looked at her, “Hurt me bitch!”

SNAP!

“Aaaaaiiiieee!” then laughter.

Soon all the boys were naked and lined up dicks staring at Officer Krystal. She tapped them lightly with the whip.

“Very bad bad boys, with your dirty dicks, have you been playing with your dirty cock?”

“Yes,” Brad laughed, “all the time and we think of fucking you officer.”

SNAP!

“Owww!”

“Yeah,” Owen grinned, “we think of fucking you up the arse.”

SNAP!

“Uuuugh!”

“And sticking out dirty dicks down your throat,” Eddie added.

SNAP!

”Fuck yes!”

“What the hell is going on here?”

They all turned, boys holding their hard erect cocks, the blonde woman in the leather police uniform her breasts in full view.

Eddie winced, “Shit, hi dad.”

To Be Continued